"You're you!" said Melona, before she realized the opportunity that she had. "But uh, you're more forgiving? Like you forgive me whenever I mess up."
"That makes sense." Chantress nodded as she returned to her senses. She closed her eyes for an instant before she looked down at Melona. "Miss Pearsly."
"Yes?" asked Melona. Her heart pounded in her chest; she wasn't sure if the spell worked. What would happen if it didn't? What would happen if it did?
"I see you found the record of a certain spell," Chantress said. Her tone didn't change; Melona wasn't sure if this was her being calm or her leading up to a genuinely horrific blowup.
"Yes."
"An incredibly powerful, immensely dangerous spell," Chantress continued. "One that can alter a person at their very core."
"Yes?"
"And then you proceeded to speak the spell aloud and cast it. On me. And, if I remember what just happened, you actually had the audacity to make a change to my mind."
"Eep." Melona's throat and mouth were bone-dry. Her legs had turned to jelly, and her heart was simultaneously in her throat and five miles below the surface of the Earth.
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